#Leshy is making a dirt hut

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Minescryption >:3 I have a couple more sketches I probably won't get finished but meh

#leshy defending some animal or the trees #but running from a creeper in the next panel #grimora sitting back as the phantoms fly down and attack p03 for it cannot sleep #Leshy is making a dirt hut #idc that he has a log cabin #I am the angler #the prospector has a pack of wolves #often getting in fights with the trapper who keeps trying to redstone trap and kill them for pelts #not knowing that hide comes from cows and horses and rabbits but not dogs #Not gonna spoil one of the things tho #my art #art #sketch #fanart #digital art #inscryption #inscryption leshy #inscryptober #inscryption grimora #p03 #p03 fanart #grimora #magnificus #inscryption p03 #leshy fanart #leshy #minecraft #crossover #alternate universe #fan art

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The First Tear (Epilogue) by vxredemption (Warmund)

A ("short") COTL AU fanfic writing for @gorjee-art COTL AU (All properties, AUs, concepts, imagery, etc. go their respective owners.) A step and jingle... a step and jingle. Narinder was making steady pace in the mid-morning sun, using his shepherds staff as a guide on his less dominant hand while the other was carefully tucking a gold-white flower by his side, still rooted in freshly dug dirt that left small trails of earth behind as he walked. Following suit, a heavy hooved step of the Lamb God followed just behind them, being extra sure that they were not foot closer than they were comfortably weighing in, following the hooded feline. In this walk, the god listened to his friend's experience in tending the farm plots with the followers of their cult, his most recent times as a missionary, and having just enough time to mange his family plans for feast for all. In all of this, despite having little show of emotion in the moment, the god is simply happy that their friend reached to a level care that reminded of themselves when they were a infant god. "You can imagine how Shamura felt when they have tend to the mess of Heket and Leshy: bothered... but still caring for them... though to be fair, they required another figure in the same room as to ensure no brawl ensue over which part of festivities should be done first." Narinder smiled as he looks ahead to the unpaved path he's taking, recalling some landmarks and features of the land as a guide back to cult grounds. Retracing his steps from the Lamb God's path prior to their reconnection was nothing short of aimless, the only pattern being found in the landmarks were that its either ancient foundations of the past or a slightly more condensed forest line than the "normal" amount. Narinder sighs a little, still holding his smile as he looks down to the glowing flower on his side, still having a magical bloom that him feel at ease when looking deeply into the petals and wonderous center it has. It's a wonderous pattern that mirrors the Lamb's flower design currently has on their fleece, being a deviation of the camellia flower found within the Darkwoods.

"You know Lamb... it does feel like this time, we can ease just a bit on the usual harvest feast and have a little celebration for your return instead. I am sure your followers are more than willing to understand such a case" The Lamb's gaze towards Narinder shifted away little as he mentioned on meeting their followers again, a tad uneasy at such an occasion. Still walking, Narinder was quick to reassure the god with a chuckle as he continued his talk with them, subtle in straining amusement at the expense of himself. "Just do note that if you do yearn for some delicacies during the feast, don't go about using your hands... you will very much leave ours empty at the start for seconds."

A harsh snort is heard from the snout from the Lamb, one of their ears twitched as they frowned at Narinder's words, finding them to be a bit on the tasteless side as their nostrils steamed a little. Narinder casted a side glance, then shrugging his shoulders, sarcastically running his voice in a casual manner that would surely offended the God... if not for following detail that made their rectangular pupils shimmer and dilated in a very... very rounded shape, interested beyond belief from their words. "That... or we could use some salt licks... I still kept yours in your own hut of yours... still pink and opaque like a foggy sunrise by a beachside at high tide. I swear to you, you could taste the salt by smell alone from the lack of use."

The Lamb God blinked and shook their head quickly, refocusing from their sudden (and frankly embarrassing) mortal desires as they looked back at Narinder... then simply giving a nod to the decision presented, showing humbleness to their friend. Narinder nods back, adding one last comment before focusing on the travel again. "I am sure that you'll find it were you left it, Lamb... and with good company once more." As he walked, his hand slid on the shepard staff slid a little, trying to start to familiarize the new feeling of it from last night's outburst. Narinder... couldn't feel no imperfections this time around... it was exactly how it felt ever since it was passed down to him. For the remainder of the trip... Narinder was happy... a path uncertain before him and the Lamb... but happy to not walk alone this time.... for however long it will take until they reach to the ones that love them...

End of epilogue. (This may or may not have been a thing that has happened with the OP's details of salt lick, but hey, I just got to!) (Will leave the starting story for the fanfic here and will give easier reading! Thank you for this bonus fun journey!)

#cult of the lamb #ascension of mercy - cotl au #my writing #my fanfic #“short” writing #artist mention #link #link to series